Drink more;
but, in so doing, Limit myself to succulent single-malt Scotch, or exquisite martinis;
(if I get the promotion, and subsequent pay-hike) Buy one new CD, and by new I mean, just out its first week, per week;
but, Only one CD per week;
Embrace my single standing, and gallivant about the posh East-side without looking too much (thus, embracing the advice of the CD double-set from the Fall which I bought... damn, which I bought five years ago (Thanksgiving Weekend '99, along with PTL's 'The Only Reason I Feel Secure (is that I am validated by my peers)' and the Stereo's 'Anthology'), the advice being "the less you look the more you find";
in so doing, Reconnoiter with that which I should have gleaned from the rare, but wonderful, occasion when a female has deigned to show interest in me, that while I am a boring, blah, dulling, and all-round buzz-kill of a person, when I am the mysterious [sic], largely laconic dolt (with blazing blue eyes), there is a type of woman, and damned if not attracting (and considerably, in comparison to me), that will approach me;
Target my molasses-slow sexual maturation to becoming the (cliche, yes, but I like the idea of it) serial monagamist [sic], on the make with one dame for a bit, and revelling in her company (and, hopefully, she doing the same in mine), but peaceably splitting it off after a piece and moving on, each, to another, for a few months of coquettish, touchy fun with a second, then third, fourth, fifth, etc.;
Finish my "anthology" (only five entries left, but the last one completed, way back in March, took it all out of me... it was a monstruous biograph, but, really, all these months later, my cover is still blown and not recovered, the pot boiled over and bereft?);
the End.
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